Lesson Learned

I have a habit.

It's not a bad one, just one that has become something I do when I'm on the phone or in the kitchen.

I stare out my kitchen window. I can't help it!

It all started out when Cpl. Mayhem would got to work. I would look to see if he was in the driveway while I was cooking. Then it became a habit while he was overseas because I was a paranoid wreck. And it slowly became something I did while I was on the phone with someone.

the window

It's also the window that I used to talk to my neighbour and call the kids in from playing outside.

Last Friday I was talking to my bestie Wanda, and we were getting really into the conversation when I did what I usually do and looked out the window. To my surprise there were a pair of eyes staring back at me! My heart stopped, my lungs ran up my throat, my skin went cold.

"ARRRGH!!!!!"

"What the hell Vanessa!!"

"Sorry Wanda, I have to go my parents are here".

Once my heart rate was back to normal, I finished yelling at my father for giving extra white hair on my head and making me lose about 5 years of my life, I realized how often I do go to that window.

Lesson learned I guess.